the only divide of
land and water
is the negotiating table,
with the motions
of the moon.
if i could see a drop of rain from the inside i would still never understand water even in my bed at night my body somehow leaks moisture and i am left thirsty, forced to trek from my cocoon for another drink in a glass of water a pencil becomes a bended ray of light pointing at impossible angles and when removed is again straight the glass no less changed than before water is not the air i breathe yet it is a part of each breath water shapes the world the morning dew from which bees drink, the slow drip that smooths canyon walls and hollows mountains, the summer waterfalls over desert cliffs the deep springs lapped from the lips of deer water is more necessary to life than air we are born in water, and that is where we will return. we are not dust turning to dust, nor ash to ash, but we are water turning to water.
when i am near you the numbers on streets and clocks are right the sound of rain upon the sidewalk is a complete refrain to a childhood melody at night the stars burn like candles, when blown, bow and tip their hats when i hold you in my mind the expanse of heavens dreamed in forlorn ancient texts reveal themselves like a vast, turning sky & you, like desert canyon walls, are a fountain waiting for rain.
if i drop
then it is because i fell from the heights of my mind, freely floated to the bottom of the bottom, the bottom of my heart.
and hear i would ly grand at the bounty of the land grasping at what fist who would hold me like this..
or maybe i've stooped (drooped) to the floor of the sea, looking up at the world who strangely looks down at me..
i am the one in the water but they are behind glass.
maybe the written word is like moss,
growing everyplace in the forest
that the eye can’t see
unless it is still, and careful…
and the more words i write
the more dirt i make,
soft green tendrils curling
in the shaded forest light
sitting atop mounds and mountains
and reaching around trees,
perched on logs:
afloat on a windspoken rain
drifting down a trickling stream
to be planted subplanted and transplanted
only picked fresh to make a bed
or to offer a drink of caught rainfall;
going where it is allowed to grow old.
i love you and i want to
tell you just one wish:
i wish not to be the lover
which you admire so much for
being the very figment of your
imagination, no – i wish to be
nothing above the ordinary, i
would be your steady hand routinely
applying eyeliner with precision
like a painter brushing the ceiling
of a chapel, delicately; i would
be your spice cabinet, utterly normal
yet full of variety and from me
you would choose just what you wanted
for yourself; i would be boring weather,
nothing more than simple rain, covering your head
falling at your feet, forming pools
and peering down i would be the smile
at your toes.
Gravity is pulling me down. Keeping me grounded. It is no enemy. If you are a believer in Heaven, it is gravity that will bring Heaven to you. Perhaps the stars in Heaven naturally try to escape our eyes, and, in hurry, look for the nearest hiding spot in the corners of the universe, the corners of our eyes. Dancing with gravity, the stars fall.
Gravity reminds you of where to be: on your feet. Stand, and your strength is in your connection to the ground. No matter where you turn, leap, or stride, the energy you use relies on the steadiness of the earth underneath you. Even the bird accepts gravity.
To fly is not to struggle or to fight. If you’ve seen a bird in flight you know that it does not need to keep flapping its wings to stay in the air. Even the crow knows how to soar. It overcomes gravity because it becomes gravity, and therefore remembers it is gravity. With the acceptance of gravity, it springs from the ground, the branches, the water.
Water knows how to receive gravity with grace. Always falling, streaming, flowing, dripping, water lies in the lowest point. It slips between grains of sand with each wave; it disappears in your hands when you hold on to it too long, slipping through what seems solid.
Float, water keeps you above the surface. Sink, water surrounds you and becomes weight. But remember yourself and in water you learn you to become weightless. You learn you are weightless.